Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 862 Dance
The idea of ​​a steam-age city situated in an era even more barbaric than the Middle Ages is pretty surreal in itself.

But the most magical things are just beginning.

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The law enforcement team faces all sorts of bizarre cases every day.

Reports from clients to female prostitutes for overcharging, or female prostitutes to clients for free services, are just routine tasks.

The real heavy artillerymen are often those who seem harmless.

For example, there's the twelve-year-old boy, Austin, who's currently being held down in the second-to-last interrogation room on the right.

This guy just threw a homemade Molotov cocktail into the window of the city hall this morning. I suppose if the God of Crouching had visited Nanwei City two years later, perhaps the Noscia Equation would have been inherited by this promising talent... just kidding.

"I am a demon from hell! I will send everyone to hell!!!"

Austin was shouting wildly in the interrogation room.

The seasoned law enforcement officers, accustomed to seeing all sorts of things, didn't stoop to his level. They remained remarkably restrained, calmly conducting their inquiries and taking notes.
"Okay, devil, after something like this, which of your parents do you think wouldn't be angry? I mean, the one with the most stable emotions."

“My mom,” Austin suddenly calmed down and replied seriously.

“Okay.” The law enforcement officer quickly noted down the information and looked up to continue asking:

"So, what is your father's contact information?"

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There are other similar incidents.

For example, a painter from the 31st parish was found dead in his home.

His body had already been moved to the basement, and since Rick and Adamir were out, it could only be kept in the cold storage.

If Rick had been there and an autopsy had been performed after a series of procedures, he should have quickly discovered that the deceased painter's scrotum had been emptied.

Along with this abundant protein, everything that can be called energy, all the vital qualities, also vanished.

But Rick had things to do, after all.

In a way, Rick can now be considered Lord Shadow's missionary; he has a much greater job now.

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What's even stranger is that, whenever it's late at night and all is quiet, strange noises always come from below the basement stairwell, which is separated by iron bars.

The law enforcement officers on duty all heard it.

But they all knew that Rick and Adamir were out on fieldwork during this time, and the basement was empty.

To be precise, there were no living people there.

Even in broad daylight, few people would dare to enter that basement filled with the smell of formaldehyde and barbecue, let alone in the dead of night.

However, because the noise coming from the basement late at night was so jarring, the officers would occasionally go down with kerosene lamps to check, but they never found anything.

Everyone in the morgue was quietly and diligently performing their duties, and no one was slacking off.

So the law enforcement officers on night shift gradually got used to the noise coming from the basement every night.

That's right, you can get used to it.

In their words, if they can tolerate married life, what else can't they get used to?

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Of course, when the incident escalated to the point where the body went missing and strange figures inexplicably appeared in the front yard of the law enforcement office, even the usually composed law enforcement officers could no longer remain calm.

But that’s a story for another day.

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Just before those events spiraled out of control, Milo, as the top life form in the pyramid of Nanwei City, went on another long trip.

One morning, after studying Rick's fragment of the poem "Children of the Rock" for three days, Emma, ​​lying in bed, found that when she turned over, she didn't hug her pillow, but rather that familiar, warm body.

Milo disappeared without even saying goodbye.

But Emma remained calm; she didn't even get up to look for him, and simply hugged her pillow and continued to sleep.

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Compared to the calm, relaxed, and languid demeanor of the Valrocan family, our little butterfly is anything but idle.

Rebecca didn't know why she still insisted on coming to the law enforcement office every day. Logically speaking, as someone who could rival those in power, she had absolutely no need to get involved in the messy waters of the lower classes. All these conflicts and disputes caused by the grudges and grievances of the people should have been insignificant matters in Rebecca's current perspective.

Once the truth at a higher level is understood, the meaning of everything at the lower level begins to become thin.

Now she is gradually able to understand why Milo used to disappear every few days when she was in the conscious world, and never actually worked a shift at the law enforcement office.

The gun in my hand is capable of killing those in power. Isn't it a bit of a waste to use it to track down mentally ill murderers at the bottom?

But later Rebecca discovered that she didn't have any other skills besides these.

She spent the first half of her life doing this one thing, and now, every day when she wakes up, she really has nowhere else to go except the law enforcement office.

To deny the significance of this job is, in a sense, tantamount to denying the first half of one's life...

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With Rebecca's limited intelligence, it would be difficult for her to grasp such profound questions concerning life values ​​in a short period of time.

The good news is that as long as you're in the law enforcement office, you won't have any free time to do these things.

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"Boss! You need to take a look at this!"

An officer rushed into Rebecca's office to report.

These seasoned veterans are highly skilled at handling emergencies. After all, they're used to even strange noises from underground morgues. Their job is to live on the edge, and with a fearless superior in charge, the law enforcement officers are somewhat immune to all dangers.

Therefore, it is generally not advisable to show such a flustered and bewildered expression.

On the other hand, even after spending several years in the desolate world left by the Blood Moon, Rebecca's conditioned reflexes and occupational habits remained.

"Have a look."

She grabbed her long coat and hat and went out the door.

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As it turns out, the scenes that can induce panic among citizens in a city dominated by rabid fear-mongers are indeed not to be underestimated.

Of course, the possibility that Milo was away from home during this period cannot be ruled out.

But no matter what, the sanity bars of these Nanwei City people he "trained" were still much longer than those of the others in the Dreamland.

Even so, it was still no match for the hellish scene before them.

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The location is Yaden Village, the most rustic and simple village within the territory of Nanwei City.

This place is far from the city center and is in a remote location. It is usually frequented by people engaged in gray industries. The income that the aristocracy cannot record in their pockets basically comes from here.

But now, the money-printing machine of this underground world has stopped running.

Because the gamblers, bootlegging dealers, prostitutes, and drug addicts of Arden village were all gathered on the coastal embankment in the east of the village.

So what are they doing?

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"Dancing day and night..."

The law enforcement officer's subordinates explained the scene before Rebecca.

Regardless of age or gender, they all raised their hands, shook their heads, and danced joyfully in the sea breeze.

Their expressions were blank, their limbs twitched unnaturally, their shoes were worn through, and the blood seeping from their skin scraping against the ground had stained the sand on the embankment a dark red...

You can even see the remains of corpses that were trampled into pieces after falling on the ground...

Even so, they showed no sign of stopping.

It even takes two or three law enforcement officers to successfully subdue one of the "dancers".

Based on the situation on the ground and information revealed by the nobles, they have been out of contact with Arden Village for at least a week.

This indicates that the villagers of Yaden have been dancing day and night for over a week...

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Accompanied by hoarse laughter, this bizarre and grotesque scene was enough to completely erode most people's mental state.

(End of this chapter)